Rafe skimmed the agreement, which said nothing other than he’d be facing severe penalties if he revealed information from this assignment. Shrugging, he signed, as did Caldwell.
Tenereth collected the documents and set them in his out-box. “Welcome aboard.”
Caldwell asked, “So what’s all the secrecy about?”
“I’m sorry to say, but our omegas are under attack.”
Caldwell stiffened and demanded, “Who dares to threaten them?” He gripped the arms of the chair like he was preparing to hoist his bulk upward in defense of the helpless, cowering omegas.
“That’s what I want Rafael to help me discover.”
Rafe shifted in his chair. When Tenereth had said his name, the man elongated the syllables like some kind of Italian endearment. On the alpha’s lips, the name had music.
“Two days ago the local facility that houses young omegas was raided. Twenty-two children were kidnapped.”
Caldwell’s face turned florid. “How could this happen? Where was security?”